Statistic

Her head screams inside, begging for mercy. The tattered cloth draped around her frail and starved body sinks to the chilled tiles beneath callused feet. Broken mirrors reveal hot tears traipsing down a blood-stained face. One foot followed by the other and so on until rouge water surrounds such a fragile soul. Her blade reflects a sliver of light moments before it passes over vulnerable flesh just a single time more. Deep, as desired, a numbing sensation rushes in as life passes away. Her mind dances for the last time, and water floods her gasping lungs. The water quickly grows calm again, and order is restored as yet another teen suicide is made into another statistic.